Three days passed in a row.
Not only had Lu Yang failed to break through Sanyou Weimen's defensive line, but Furukawa Takeshi, one of Sanyou Weimen's subordinates, had ambushed and captured thirty fortresses, slaughtering all thirty million players.
Faced with this situation, domestic players harshly criticized Lu Yang, while players from the various affiliated guilds began discussing whether the Iron Blood Brotherhood was still worth following.
The affiliated guilds within the country did not say much this time, because they themselves knew it was too embarrassing. Thirty million people had been beaten senseless by two million. They did not even know how to blame Lu Yang.
On the morning of the fourth day.
Lu Yang still commanded the battle unhurriedly. From the first day of the war until now, the Iron Blood Brotherhood had advanced only 169 trenches—roughly one thousand meters.
That distance was not even enough for him to control a flying dragon for one minute. From the high platform, Lu Yang leisurely watched the battlefield.
Ayala walked over. Seeing Lu Yang's relaxed expression, she smiled helplessly and said, "Guild Master, I truly don't know how you can still be so calm. People outside are cursing you beyond recognition."
Pa Du said with a smile, "We're under quite a lot of pressure too."
Lu Yang looked at the two women and laughed. "Why care about that? I know you'll both firmly support me. Once we win this war, all the problems will disappear, won't they?"
Li Wenxing said excitedly, "I believe President Lu Yang will definitely win this war."
Hiddell frowned and said, "Guild Master, although I don't know what you intend to do, continuing like this truly isn't a solution. Should we find some mountain paths, bypass the defensive line formed by these four fortresses, and attack their